[Verse 1]
Steam on the window
Mug in my hands
Late afternoon
Got time on my plans
Sky’s pouring questions
Onto the old tin roof
Every little tap-tap-tap
Feels like the truth
[Chorus]
Pattering on the roof
Keeps asking me, “What are you doing?”
Pattering on the roof
Where are you really going?
Every soft little drum
On the ceiling above
Makes me turn my pockets out
Counting what I call love
Pattering on the roof
Helps me hear my own heart moving (mm, yeah)
[Verse 2]
List of almosts
Folded in a drawer
All of the chances
I don’t chase anymore
But here with the thunder
Rolling somewhere far
I see a different road
Parked in the dark of my car
[Chorus]
Pattering on the roof
Keeps asking me, “Who are you choosing?”
Pattering on the roof
What are you really losing?
Every shy little tap
On the ceiling above
Makes me lay my armor down
Measure what I call enough
Pattering on the roof
Helps me hear my own heart moving (oh, keep it moving)